” “I’ve told you,” he said. Day after day—five, to be exact—she had returned to Morgan's; and each time the man would understand what had drawn her, and with a kindly smile would sit down at the piano and play. This also struck her as odd. . You have the gift of words, but you haven't started to create yet. At Anna’s words she seemed suddenly to stiffen. Widgett was a journalist and art critic, addicted to a greenish-gray tweed suit and “art” brown ties; he smoked corncob pipes in the Avenue on Sunday morning, travelled third class to London by unusual trains, and openly despised golf. His long struggle with himself, his avoidance of her were quite unnecessary.
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